"Someone dares to infiltrate the Buffer Zone?!" Carl Dickinsonâs voice came through angrily from the other end of the microphone but quickly regained composure, "Donât worry, Station Chief Ding, Iâve already arranged the personnel list for the security team. Theyâll be stationed in batches in the Buffer Zone early tomorrow morning. Iâll send you the list later. Once they arrive, you can make the arrangements, prioritizing the protection of key inspectors."
"Alright, thank you." Ding Yishan hung up the phone and turned to look at Jiang Chuan.
"Chuan, you donât need to check the entry routes of those four people. Iâll report this to Director Liu later and let the Security Bureau take over. They have a more comprehensive information network and can track it faster."
He paused and then reminded, "Keep a close eye on Shuang, donât let Cheng Ye really consider her as an enemy and hurt her."
"Okay." Jiang Chuan nodded instinctively but then reacted, looking at Ding Yishan with confusion, "Sir, do you think... Inspector Cheng can really capture Mu Shuang?"
Mu Shuang, after all, is a Half-Step Extraordinary, and at his peak period, even he doesnât have the confidence to take her down.
Even if disguised as Embryo Realm, thatâs only for direct confrontation; in aspects like Perception and escape, it far exceeds the capabilities of Embryo Realm.
"Itâs hard to say whether he can capture her, but Shuang doesnât use guns, while Cheng Ye is genuinely skilled with guns."
Ding Yishan suddenly looked up, his tone carrying a hint of mockery, "You can handle a shot if he uses his Thunderbolt Shotgun?"
Jiang Chuan thoughtfully pondered for a moment and answered truthfully, "If it hits a non-critical area, I could withstand one shot, but if it hits a vital spot..."
Seeing him seriously analyze this hypothetical scenario, Ding Yishan couldnât help but burst into laughter, "Donât overthink it, Iâve never seen someone only fire once. When Cheng Ye was shooting at the Fusion Body, he was practically trying to shove the barrel down their throat to shoot."
As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face faded, and his tone became a little more solemn, "Additionally, find a chance to visit those four captured individuals in the Celestial Essence Community. If theyâre tight-lipped, transfer them to the Inspection Stationâs interrogation room; donât drag it out too long in the communityâlong night, complicated dreams."
"But if something comes out during questioning..."
He stopped midway and sighed, leaving his words unsaid.
Some words donât need to be explicitly stated; Jiang Chuan understood perfectly well.
Itâs really a troublesome autumn.
If it were the old grudges left by Cheng Long, it would be easier to deal with.
But the current situation is mixed with the coveting of surrounding Super Shelter Cities, mercenaries popping up from nowhere, and some damn assassin organization...
These pests hidden in the shadows, who had vanished for over a decade, now couldnât wait for the next grand expansion era before resurfacing.
They yearn for chaos and hope to stir up a new wave of rising amidst the disorder.
But they donât realize that after developing peacefully for over ten years, Shelter City no longer wishes to return to those tumultuous days.
Wow.
The office chair turned with a sound, and Ding Yishan leaned back on the chair, his gaze falling on the rainy curtain outside the window, as well as on the refugee camp illuminated by the searchlights.
Actually, thereâs something he doesnât want to admit.
But perhaps, the next grand expansion era is already unfolding!
...
At four-thirty in the morning.
The lights in the Mechanical Bureauâs warehouse remained glaringly bright.
The last seat was securely installed in the driverâs position of the off-road vehicle. Cheng Ye waved his hand, asking two apprentices to fetch towels and a small vacuum cleaner.
The remaining cleaning work wasnât complicated, mainly wiping away the leftover metal debris and dust inside the car and spraying maintenance oil on the seat rails and door hinges.
He himself was tired to the point of collapse, sitting heavily on the pile of partsâ packaging boxes, taking the enamel mug handed over by the apprentice, drinking over half a mug of cold water.
The cold water flowed down his throat, finally barely suppressing the heaviness of his eyelids.
Damn.
Too exhausting!
I knew screwing bolts would be tiring, but I didnât expect it to be this troublesome.
The three old masters couldnât hold up and had already left at midnight, rubbing their sore and swollen waists and saying goodbye; after all, their age is a factor, unable to endure such overnight work.
Sang Tao and Sang Zhe were still energetic, squatting beside another pickup truck, adjusting the chassis height with a wrench, occasionally discussing to fine-tune the suspension parameters for the most suitable wilderness road conditions.
Fortunately, the remaining interior installations only require "assembly according to the diagram," not involving complex mechanical principles. The apprentices have been following and learning for a few days and can handle it.
Yet despite this, during checks, Cheng Ye easily identified numerous mistakes with a glance.
No choice, as Mechanical Assembly maxed out his skill level; his eye is almost identical to that of Sang Hezheng.
Some mistakes can be clearly seen with just a glance.
He could only direct the apprentices to reinstall, guiding them, truly indulging in the senior masterâs experience.
The rain outside the warehouse had unknowingly lessened, and the sound of the rain pattered through the iron roof, losing its previous ferocity, instead adding a touch of tranquility.
Once the apprentices cleaned the inside of the off-road vehicle, Cheng Ye instantly regained his spirit, supporting his knees to stand up, and climbed into the driverâs seat.
Manually adjusting the seat height, sliding the rails back and forth, and then rotating the steering wheel to adjust the angle.
All adjustments were purely manual mechanical, but the range was excellent. Within half a minute, he found the posture that fit his physique the most.
Yet the moment his fingers gripped the steering wheel, Cheng Ye suddenly felt rather awkward.
Two lifetimes.
He has slept on dozens to hundreds of beds, from the small hard beds in the orphanage, to the iron-framed beds in the dormitory during university, and now to his single bed.